I wake and look at the day so bright,the flock they fly to there day's delight. To where, I say as they form a shape, so I can watch in full delight. The trees are filling with special types of birds that in there plight Will eat the fruit of delight. The little ones are in the tree hiding,then they flee Larger birds come to...
My life laid heavy in the heart. Time goes, weight becomes light. i did not ask for this.
Irene Peck
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